Thankful Thursday: My Cousins

I'm about to drive myself crazy lately with life. It's not really life. It's me. I'm over thinking, over analyzing and over worrying. 

I need to do this for work. And that. And this. Oh, and I can't forget that. 

I'm really driving myself crazy with grad school. 

There is a lot more - but basically, I'm on my nerves. 

Luckily, I have good people in my family that keep me grounded and make me feel better. 

As an only child (shocking, right?) there may not be brothers or sisters...but being part of a large family, I have LOTS of cousins who might as well be sisters. 

Shannon

In 2011, Shannon found me a place to live. Helped me move in. Helped me not go crazy. Fed me. Supported me. Listen to me when I cried. Sat outside and drank wine with me. And become one of the best peeps in my life.I owe my sanity that I've kept these past two years to Shannon. No matter what has happened, she's always been there supporting decisions I've made. And when I made the unwise ones, she was still there. Shannon has been the big sister that I've never had and for that I'll always be thankful. She's done so much for me whether it was taking out my dog while I was on a date or bringing over Tylenol when I had a headache. My life really is better with her in it.

Sarah

Sarah and Shannon are sisters. I like to call myself the bonus sister. Whether they like it or not. Since 2007 Sarah has had my back. We've been through breakups, makeups and everything in between. We talk about jobs, politics, shopping, makeup, ending world hunger (heated topic) and so much more. Sarah pushes me to be better and smarter all the time. If there is ever anything I think I can't handle or don't know what to do, she always has a logical response. If you know me, you know logic sometimes goes out the door. I will always appreciate her for always having my back and will always have hers. I don't know what I would do without her support or friendship and luckily, I'll never have to find out.

 

Brittney

For as long as I can remember I've looked up to Britney. I'll never forget being little and thinking she was the coolest. She had a car. She had a boyfriend. She had a job. I idolized how cool she was. When I went to college I would go to her house to eat because I was just learning to cook and there is only so much cereal one can eat. Ever since then she's been like a sister to me. She's taken care of me and taught me that life happens but it always turns out the way it was supposed to be. You just have to have patience. I owe Britney a lot. Though I don't get to see or talk to her as much as I use to, I am sincerely thankful for everything she's ever done for me. I'm not sure if I will ever be able to re-pay her, but no matter what, I'll always be there when she calls.

So I may not technically have sisters...but if you asked me, I would say I have three. Three of the best people you could ever expect in your life. I'm so thankful for those three in my life and couldn't imagine where I'd be in life without them. 

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Wordless Wednesday: Card From Co-Worker

 

(She thought I'd appreciate this)

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May I Have A Redo?

You know those mornings when you wake up and you just have that feeling that you should probably stay in bed, order in Chinese for lunch and just watch movies on HBO all day? I should have listened to myself today.

After tossing and turning all night due to a tired mind that wouldn't rest with all the things to do in the next couple of weeks, I woke up even more tired.

However, I had prepared my breakfast, lunch and clothes last night for today. So after getting ready, throwing everything in to my car to get to work early since I can get more done before anyone gets into the office, I took off. I started driving, and then boom. I heard this terrible noise and knew what that meant. Flat.

Dang it.

I pulled over into a parking lot and saw the beginning of a fun morning.

I know this doesn't look flat, but I promise it was. I should have taken it from a better angle, but I was a little busy thinking about how to get this fixed.

My first phone call? My dad.

My Dad: "Hey girl, what's up?"

Me:         "Um, Hi dad. I'm not going to be your favorite person today..."

My Dad:  "What did you do?"

Me:         (Why does he always think I did something?) "Well I got a flat."

My Dad: "Where are you?"

Me:         "In a parking lot.''

My Dad: "What are you going to do?"

Me:         ''Sit here. I guess I should call OnStar."

My Dad. "Sounds like it. Call me after you talk to them."

I called OnStar. They set me up quick and dandy and called someone to come fix my tire.

Now, in my car I had a bag of M&M's, Milk, Watermelon, cereal, goldfish, apple and a banana.

I get hungry. Don't judge.

So, after my little wait of 30 min or so, the guy comes and fixes my flat in like 60 seconds. Looking back, I should have timed him. He also had to jump my car because that honey dies anytime something goes wrong. I believe my car has a flair for the dramatics.

Donut is on and I'm ready to go. I call my dad to let him know and ask what I need to do. There isn't a life manual for what to do sometimes when this kind of stuff happens. He tells me to go to SAM's to see if they can fix the tire or if I need to get a new one.

I head to SAMs and by the time I get there, I have a flat on the donut. Not even kidding. Two flats in one day. Winner, winner chicken dinner here. 

Poor baby. Second man down for the day. No one ever tells you that you have to buy new tires when you become an adult. Someone should mention that to you when you're growing up.

Now, it's going to take a long time for them to replace my tire. So what does one do when they are at SAMs with nothing to do for two hours? Try out couches and chairs. I sat. I moved. I sat again. I called my credit card company because they charged me a late fee when I paid two days before it was due. I texted. I went through my purse. I moved again. Sat some more. Walked around. Asked myself if I needed to buy yoga pants. Talked myself out of it since I just bought a new tire. Oh, and I carried around my watermelon. No reason to waste that. The milk wasn't going to make it, the banana had been eaten while waiting for OnStar. Two out of three isn't bad.

Saved!

As I'm texting one of my very good friends, she offers to come pick me up so we can go eat lunch. Yes!

By the time I got back from lunch, the tire had been replaced.

The poor tire. 

I did a good job on it. Somehow I've cut a L shaped hole on the inside of my tire.

I call that talent. 

From today I've learned that:

1. Patience is a good thing to have. 

2. This kind of stuff can't get me down. I laughed through it all. 

3. I should learn how to fix a flat. 

4. I really like lunch. 

5. It was worth it to save the watermelon. 

6. It can always be worse...a tire is nothing.

Happy Tuesday!

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Not In The Mood For This Today

My mom gave me a watermelon this weekend to bring back with me. Last night, I cut it in half, put one half back in the fridge and then took the next 20 min cutting the other half into squares and picking out the seeds. I'm pretty picky when it comes to how I like eating my watermelon. 

 After eating four bowls of watermelon last night before bed I made myself stop so I wouldn't be up all night. The first thing I thought of this morning when I woke up was, I can't wait for more watermelon. 

I'm not sure where I am getting this obsession with watermelon right now. In my haste this morning trying to find pants and shoes and take my dog out, I grabbed some tupperware, tossed in some of the cut watermelon and headed out the door. 

Once I got to work I thought about watermelon again before I went to put it in the fridge at work...that's when I saw it. That's when I saw which lid I had picked out for my tupperware. 

Yes I had picked out the Tupperware which said 'love you.'  Why does my Tupperware love me so? Well this so happens to be the lid that I use to give to my ex of 7-8 years (homeboy needs a nickname) when he would take food that I cooked to work. 

I just hope no one sees this and ask why I'm telling myself why I love myself today.

Happy Monday...

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Small Town Weekend

This weekend I took Friday off (my metal health day) and went to my hometown. There is something simple about my hometown. Traffic is considered 10 cars. We have about five red lights (not kidding) and it takes about 5 min to get from one end to town to the other, if you at least hit one red light. 

Friday I went to eat lunch with my mom. Took a nap. Helped cook supper. Watched a movie. Went to bed. 

I have no complaints about that. I tried to sit outside for a while but since there are mosquitoas, it was impossible.

Since I'm now getting old, I can't sleep in to noon like I use to. However, when I go home, I make myself sleep. I feel like it's my duty to myself. Saturday morning I slept until 8:30 a.m. and got up for breakfast. My mom decided that we needed to go to the farmers market. This farmers market is nothing like the one I go to in Little Rock. There are like four or five stands and the pickens are slim. I wish I had taken a picture but I was too caught up in the fact that there were only four stands. Or five. I'm not sure if the soap lady counts.We did however get a bushel of peas. My dog found this interesting to say the least...

 My mom and I each took half a bushel and started shelling...

 A big pea vs. a lil pea.

After two hours I had my two bushels of peas shelled.

After all the pea shelling it made sense to go out to eat. We went for Chinese. Out of all the Chinese places I've ever eaten in my life, this one has always been my favorite.  It sounds good right now.

 After going to eat Chinese, we drove around and we drove by my old high school. Funny how things don't change. Funny how they do.

Then we drove by the high school football field. This is where I spent many a nights as a kid. For some reason it makes me want to put on a Greyhound shirt.

Saturday night I watched the Cardinals game with my dad. Then somehow got started watching My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding. It's not a show I suggest anyone watching. It's disturbing to say the least. 

Today I slept in until 11ish. Ate lunch. Ran two miles. Showered. Ate soup. Played around. Packed up. Headed back to the city. 

I should have taken Monday off too...

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